Cooper (Savage Kings MC Book 10) Read online

  Cooper

  A Savage Kings MC Novel

  Lane Hart

  D.B. West

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon

  About The Authors

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.

  The authors acknowledge the copyrighted and trademarked status of various products within this work of fiction.

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  WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. PLEASE NOTE THAT IT CONTAINS VIOLENT SCENES THAT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR INDIVIDUALS WHO HAVE BEEN IN SIMILAR SITUATIONS.

  Synopsis

  Cooper Cummings and Elizabeth Townsend are from two very different worlds – she’s an attorney and he’s an outlaw. At first, she was just an escape he needed, but now she’s everything to him, even though their relationship is still a secret both keep hidden.

  After his world is blown apart, Cooper is no longer the same man he was before. He’s questioning everything, wondering what he’s going to do with the rest of his life after it nearly ended, and how the Savage Kings MC are going to fix the mess they made.

  It isn’t easy for him to admit to Elizabeth that he needs her, knowing she’s resisted becoming a part of his life for two years. They don’t make any sense together. Cooper lives in the constant chaos that Elizabeth tries to control in the courtroom.

  Despite the danger, she wants to go all in and do whatever it takes to help Cooper heal.

  Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, nothing seems to go Cooper’s way, not with Elizabeth, the MC, or the redemption he desperately seeks.

  Trying and failing to do the right thing, Cooper comes to the end of the road. He’s ready to finally submit to his demons, letting them sweep him away in a final wave of violence and destruction. Resigned to never knowing peace, he’s ready to settle for vengeance. Besides, he doesn’t think he has anything left in the world to lose.

  He’s wrong, and before it’s too late, Elizabeth and the other Kings will have to find a way to stop him.

  Prologue

  Elizabeth Townsend

  Two years ago…

  “Are there any messages for me?” I ask Barbara, our firm’s secretary, when I walk back into the office after the morning session of court.

  “Ah, no, but Mr. Cummings stopped by to see you,” she replies with a grin.

  “Well, it’s a shame I missed him,” I reply, disappointed that I didn’t get to see the sexy biker who is so gorgeous I could easily picture him posing shirtless on a billboard ad.

  “Oh, he’s still here,” Barb whispers.

  Glancing around at the sofas in our empty waiting room, I ask, “He is? Where?”

  “He, um, insisted that he would wait for you in your office,” she responds. “Hope that’s okay?”

  “That’s fine. As if a Savage King would take no for an answer,” I mutter, totally blaming him and not her for the invasion of my privacy. “Hold my calls, please,” I say as I try to recall the color of my underwear. Do my bra and panties match? Since I’m wearing a tight-fitting, ivory skirt, I had to wear an ivory thong, so at least there’s that. But I think my bra is black…

  “Even if Owen calls?” Barb asks, interrupting the obsessive thoughts about my intimates.

  Hearing his name is almost the equivalent of having ice cold water dumped over my head. But it doesn’t reach the lower part of my body that needs what only Cooper can give me.

  “If Owen calls, tell him I went out to lunch and to try me back tomorrow,” I reply. Even talking to him later today will only kill whatever buzz I hope to be riding soon enough.

  “Sure thing,” she agrees. “Oh, and don’t forget that you have a one o’clock appointment with the Donovans.”

  “Oh, right,” I say, looking up at the clock on the waiting room wall and wincing since that’s only ten minutes from now. Do I want to keep paying clients waiting or hurry up and get Cooper out of my office? Who am I kidding, that’s not even a choice. I’m sure he’ll make it quick, once I give him the proper motivation. Besides, we both know this visit of his is about sex and nothing more. If he wanted anything else, he would ask for my phone number or ask me out on a date. But it’s not like I have time for a relationship anyway…

  “Offer the Donovans refreshments when they come in. Just tell them I’m dealing with a…client emergency and I’ll be with them as soon as possible.”

  “Will do,” Barb says with a knowing grin.

  I run my fingers through the front part of my blonde shoulder-length hair to fluff it up a little as I hurry down the hallway and then reach for the doorknob to go into my office.

  Not that you would know it’s my office thanks to the man currently occupying my chair. Wearing his usual leather cut and jeans, his black, scuffed boots are propped up on my desk and even crossed at the ankle. Cooper’s wavy, brown hair looks longer than the last time I saw him a few weeks ago, almost to his chin now and pushed back behind both of his ears to display his perfect, handsome face. The cocky grin, however, is still exactly the same as I remember.

  My panties were ready to hit the floor as soon as Barb told me he was in my office, but I don’t plan to ever let him see just how much he affects me. He’s an outlaw biker who runs a strip club. That’s not exactly long-term, safe boyfriend material, so I have no idea why I keep fooling around with him. Except for the fact that the sex is amazing and it’s nice to be wanted by a man like him. Besides, I’m not looking for anything more, which makes him the perfect companion.

  “What do you think you’re doing in here, Cooper?” I ask him as I set my briefcase down at my feet, trying to sound annoyed. There’s no reason to make this any easier than it already is for him. He’s probably never had a woman turn him down.

  “Waiting for you, counselor,” he responds. Lowering his legs and placing his feet on the floor, he pats the top of his muscular thighs and says, “Now, why don’t you come climb up on my lap and give me a proper welcome.”

  “I have clients coming soon, so we’ll have to make this fast. Why don’t you just tell me why you’re here?”

  Reaching inside th
e front of his cut, he pulls out a pink, tri-folded sheet of carbon paper and places it on the center of my desk.

  “Another speeding ticket?” I remark, inwardly pleased since I recently learned about his little secret and all the trouble he goes through to keep seeing me. Still, I play along with the charade. “How many tickets is that this year? Four? You know I can’t keep getting you off with just court costs.”

  When he raises his eyebrows arrogantly, I brace myself for the suggestive comment he’s about to make. Not letting me down, Cooper says, “Oh, I think you’ll be surprised by how many times you can get me off.”

  “Pervert,” I tease because I sort of love his dirty mouth.

  “Cock tease,” he responds.

  I gasp indignantly before throwing the taunt “asshole” back at him.

  “Sure thing, baby, but you’re so uptight I figured you would be opposed to me putting my dick there.”

  “Never gonna happen,” I respond with a puff of nervous laughter. He’s right, I am too uptight to even consider such a thing.

  Cooper doesn’t respond to my remark. Instead, he waits patiently, silently, before speaking again when I don’t say another word.

  “Why are your clothes still on? We both know you want it, so start stripping. Take everything off slowly, though. I want to savor it.”

  “You want me to undress for you?” I ask him with my hands on my hips, suddenly nervous and even more self-conscious. The previous three times that we’ve…fooled around in my office, Cooper initiated the physical contact and all I had to do was hold on tight for the ride.

  The first time we ever met, we were talking about his speeding ticket and flirting a little before he just suddenly stood up and came around to my side of the desk. Spinning my chair toward him, he stood there, towering over me and said, “I need to know what you taste like.” Then, he proceeded to wedge his body in between my thighs before leaning down to kiss my lips. It was a hot as hell kiss that only got hotter when his mouth moved down my neck, to the skin showing in my open blouse before he sank to his knees, pushed my skirt up, and used his tongue to move my panties aside to bury it between my legs. After I came violently thanks to his talented mouth, he just stood up, licked his lips and said, “Honeysuckles. Never would’ve guessed.” After that he just left, walked right out the door while I sat there with my mind and body blown to smithereens.

  The second time Cooper showed up, unannounced, I was standing in front of him, trying to have a conversation about his new ticket when he reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt. When I didn’t protest, he dirty talked until my ears turned red while he took off my bra and sucked on my breasts for so long, I lost track of time. I was so distracted I barely noticed his large, possessive hand making its way up the back of my skirt until I came on his fingers. My legs were so weak afterward that it took no effort for him to push me down to my knees so he could work his dick between my boobs until he made a mess all over them.

  Then, the last time he came to my office it was also without an appointment, catching me off-guard yet again. To give myself a few minutes to calm my nerves, I had stood at my desk reading over his latest ticket when he came around behind me, placed kisses along my neck which led to his palms groping my ass before he pulled my panties down my legs. The next thing I knew he was fucking me from behind while his hands roamed over the front of my body and his fingers played with my clit. It was the first time I had actual penetrative sex in a very long time. In fact, I came so hard so…loudly that Cooper had to slap his palm over my mouth. God, it was hot.

  Now he wants me to take off my clothes and give him a show? What am I supposed to do while he just stares at me in silent judgement? I don’t think so.

  “You have a club full of women who get paid by you to remove their clothes,” I point out, hoping my jealousy doesn’t seep out through my words.

  “Yeah, I do,” Cooper agrees.

  “I’m sure any one of them would give you a private strip show if you asked.”

  “True, but you see, I don’t want a woman to take her clothes off for me unless I get to fuck her afterward. And I have a rule about screwing my employees – I don’t.”

  “Sure you don’t,” I reply with a roll of my eyes.

  Ignoring my sarcasm and disbelief, Cooper simply reaches down and unzips his jeans to pull out his impressive cock that’s already nice and hard. “How’s this gonna go, Liz? I know you’re busy, so why don’t you quit wasting our time and let me have what I came for.”

  “I thought you came because you have a speeding ticket,” I remark even though my fingers are already unbuttoning my suit jacket to remove it.

  Grinning playfully at me, Cooper says, “Maybe I go speeding by cop cars on my bike just so I can see you again.”

  And if I hadn’t already decided to screw his brains out already, that one statement would’ve been enough to convince me.

  Still, we’re running low on time and I can’t bring myself to get completely naked in front of Cooper, even if he has seen or touched most of my flesh. I’m short and plump whereas the women he sees naked on a daily basis are all most likely tall, lean, and perfectly proportioned.

  Tossing my jacket over the back of one of the client chairs, I pull the hem of my blouse free from my skirt and unbutton it. I at least know Cooper enjoys my big breasts since he’s come on them before, and then I reach underneath my skirt to peel my white panties down my legs and off. By this point, I’ve taken back some control of the situation. Cooper’s hand is stroking his cock, and his steel blue eyes are watching me so hungrily that I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten all about his request for me to get naked.

  Walking around my desk, I hike my skirt up and then hop up on top of it right in front of Cooper’s chair and on his ticket before I tell him, “Get me good and wet, and then you can do me however you want.”

  “Fuck yes,” he replies softly as he grabs both of my knees to roll the desk chair he’s sitting in right up to me. “You’re gonna be dripping all over this desk by the time I’m finished with you.”

  His palms on my knees spread them apart, and then he places each one over his shoulders while wrapping his arms around my thighs. I gasp when he tugs my lower body forward. I cling to either side of the desk to hold on as he brings my pussy right up to his face and buries his tongue inside.

  “Oh my god, Cooper!” I exclaim as my head falls back and my hips buck upward. He holds my legs in his strong grip as I squirm and moan and occasionally even beg for more as his tongue works me up into a frenzy. Just when I think I can’t take another second, the world darkens and the room spins as I shatter apart into a million pieces.

  Somehow, Cooper puts my body back together. He moves me with the ease of picking up a ragdoll and then he positions me however he wants. My palms are flattened on my desk, or as flat as they get on top of accordion files. I feel a breeze on my bare bottom that’s up in the air before my wobbly legs are spread further apart by his boot. Then, one of my knees is lifted up to the edge of the desk, spreading me wide open. I barely flinch when Cooper slaps the right side of my ass cheek once, then twice.

  “I have fucking dreams about this amazing ass,” his deepening voice rumbles from behind me before he gives the other cheek a few slaps that make it jiggle. I bet the skinny strippers don’t have jiggly asses. “One day this ass is gonna be all mine,” Cooper says.

  “Just get inside of me already!” I tell him before he actually talks me into doing something so insane as being his.

  Even though I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper and am expecting it, I still cry out when the blunt head of Cooper’s cock enters me from behind. His fingers dig into either side of my hips hard, and then he’s filling me completely with one quick thrust. He’s long and hard and so, so thick that there’s no way my pussy will ever be the same again.

  And that, my friends, is why I’m never gonna let him have my ass.

  “Fuck, Liz,” Cooper groans from behind me as he swiv
els his hips while remaining completely sheathed in me, giving us both time to adjust. “How is it possible…your pussy feels even better than before?” he asks. “Can’t help it. Want to make this last…but my cock just wants to empty inside of you.”

  “Yes,” I moan and then brace myself for what’s to come. Cooper’s going to give it to me rough and fast and so damn good.

  Breathing becomes difficult. Speaking is impossible. My palms slip and slide around on top of the files on my desk as I try to find something to hold on to as Cooper fucks me. The smell of sex is heavy in the air, right along with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and strangled “uh!” noises escaping from my mouth over and over again when I’m certain Cooper’s dick is going to ram right through my cervix.

  “I love those sexy sounds you make every time I pound deep inside of your pussy,” Cooper grits out when he presses his weight onto my back to lean down and nip at my earlobe. “Like you’re not sure if it hurts or feels really fucking good.”

  “Both,” I gasp. “You’re so…big.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it,” he grunts as he slams inside of me again and again. “Now come on my big cock like you’ve been thinking about whenever you fuck yourself with your rubber dick at night.”

  “Oh god!” I scream as my pussy clenches around him. He’s right. This is exactly what I imagine when I’m alone in my bed or bathtub with my vibrator. But the real thing is even better.